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said, mulling over who might be able to help us out in this situation. Delilah was ostensibly a PI, but really that was more for show than anything else, though she was good at ferreting out information. And no way was I sending her out scouting for information on vampires. That was a recipe for disaster. No, we needed help from the undead side of things.
    Hesitating, I picked up a cream-colored invitation and stared at it. I hadn’t answered yet—at least, not more than a maybe . But the man who’d sent this, he might be able to help. Technically, he wasn’t just a man. He was a vampire, but I was very cautious about getting anywhere near him.
    With a sigh, I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
     
    Both Kitten and Camille were waiting up when I got home. I’d called and asked them to haul ass out of bed because we had a few things we needed to discuss, and I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow night.
    Camille was sipping a cup of steaming tea. Dressed in a black filmy gown, she had a cozy fleece robe thrown over the top. She was gorgeous. That raven hair of hers seemed to be getting longer, and her curves filled out the night-gown and robe nicely. Good thing we’re sisters, or I might not be able to keep my eyes to myself , I thought.
    Delilah, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of pink flannel pajamas with a kitty on the front, and fuzzy slippers that reminded me of tribbles. She was nursing a glass of warm milk and munching on cookies.
    I took off my boots and jacket and sat cross-legged in the big overstuffed chair that Smoky had bought for the living room to replace one of the chairs damaged when the demons trashed our home. Most of the furniture was new, actually, and there were still gouges on some of the walls where the Tregart demons had punched holes through the drywall.
    The guys had repaired all of the outside damage and were slowly working their way through the inside of the house now, taking care of the detail work.
    “We’ve got a problem. Chase called me over to HQ tonight. It looks like we have ourselves a vampire serial killer on the loose.” I leaned back against the cushions, closing my eyes. It felt good to be home. I loved clubbing, loved hanging out on the dance floor with my girl, or at the bar with my staff, but at the end of the night, I wanted to be home, to play with Maggie, our cute little calico gargoyle, to chill with my sisters and Iris, and just . . . just to be.
    “Great. Another Harold, only after vampires instead of Fae?” Camille grimaced. Harold Young still sat uneasy on her mind. All of our minds, actually. He’d been the worst of the monsters, even though he’d been an FBH. In fact, that was what made him so horrible—he had been all human by blood. But pure demon into the depths of his soul.
    “No—not a serial killer after vampires. A vampire serial killer . He’s killing young women.” I gave them the rundown on what Chase had shown me. “He has to be either a fairly new vampire or new to the area, unless there was a trigger to set off this spree.”
    The doorbell rang and we all stared at the hallway for a moment. It was three in the morning. Who the fuck would be at our door at this time?
    “Could it be Nerissa?” Delilah stood, but I motioned for her to sit and silently crossed to the door, wishing I hadn’t already taken off my boots.
    We were all leery ever since the skirmish in late October when Iris had almost gotten killed. We’d inadvertently left our home open to invasion and paid for it. After that, we begged some brawn from the elven goon squad back in Otherworld. They didn’t look particularly strong, but the three elves posted outside the house were deadly when it came to martial arts and magic. Trenyth, Queen Asteria’s right-hand man, had arranged for them to stay with us for now.
    We had two peepholes, one at Iris’s level and one at Delilah’s. I used Iris’s, and, to my surprise, saw my daughter.
    “Erin?” What the hell was